Chapter 4

“Make no mistake, Andrew Spalding,” Uriel said in a deceptively quiet tone. “The Hounds will never stop chasing you. If they find you, you will die. Perhaps a bit of gratitude is in order.”

Andrew wanted to sink into the motherfucking floor, just seep through the stone right then and there.

“Your belongings mean nothing,” Uriel continued, every word making Andrew feel smaller, less significant. “Your work is pointless, your possessions are trivial, useless.” He stepped closer and Andrew felt awesome heat flow from Uriel’s body. “Your faith is pathetic.”

“What the fuck does my faith have to do with anything?”

“It has everything to do with this,” Gabriel said.

Andrew groaned and shook his head. He took a couple steps back, away from Uriel and toward Mikhail. “Okay. Just…stop.” He glared at each one of them in turn. “What is going on? Let’s start there.”

Mikhail dropped into one of the chairs and grumbled. “If I’d known this was going to be so difficult, I’d have—”